Before the cicadas dust the heat
with their wings
before the hundred figures of darkness
the trees hold
the balmy air in their leaves
Across the field, bats move,
as if scattering impulsively,
working their style through the night
A slug pulls its heavy load
blending slime, soil,
and birds are laughing
while twilight seals the dark
Who else has a face like the sky
or a body like earth?
About the contributor: Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)a nd his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain, Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge. Dah lives in Berkeley, California, where he is working on his ninth book of poetry. His eighth book, Full Life In The Day Of A Poet: selected poems, is due in March 2019 from Cyberwit Press.